April rain

Again, pissing rain in lines
against paned-glass.  Rivulets inch longitudinally
and pouring, run indolently, languidly.
All precipitation runs into little
arrested puddles.  Remorseless, it leadens
any pleasure; reaching into life
and pinching, robbing it, leaching
away.  Pooled reflections. I love
April's passing, rejoice it's leaving.